Blessed is the pilgrim, who in every place, and at all times of this his banishment in the body, calling upon the holy name of Jesus, calleth to mind his native heavenly land, where his blessed Master, the King of saints and angels, waiteth to receive him. Blessed is the pilgrim who seeketh not an abiding place unto himself in this world; but longeth to be dissolved, and be with Christ in heaven.

Whatsoever is done in charity, however small and of no reputation it be, bringeth forth good fruit.

All earthly joy begins pleasantly, but at the end it gnaws and kills.

Thou art my glory and the exultation of y heart: thou art my hope and refuge in the day of my trouble.

For a small reward, a man will hurry away on a long journey; while for eternal life, many will hardly take a single step.

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.

Cling, therefore, to Jesus in life and death; trust yourself to the glory of Him who alone can help you when all others fail.